I made a bridge between us then slowly burned it
…even the most unusual cultural objects in Buffalo find their own level at some point and the person who lives next door is as likely to be a jewel thief or a symphony oboe player as they are to be an office worker or a street worker.
Dates on which my heart has been broken and Wilco played ‘I Am Trying To Break Your Heart’ :
June 13th 2003 (Ithaca, NY and Walker Arts Center, Minneapolis, MN)
August 2nd 2008 (Sebastopol, CA and Grant Park, Chicago, IL)
December 7th 2008 (Buffalo, NY and The Palace Of Auburn Hills, MI)
Other dates on which my heart has been broken:
December 12th 2004 (Ithaca, NY)
January 7th 2007 (Philadelphia, PA)
September 24th 2009 (Buffalo, NY)
July 2nd 2010 (Middle Saranac Lake, NY)
August 15th 2011 (Buffalo, NY)
Number of other times Wilco has played ‘I Am Trying To Break Your Heart’:
Dates on which I have declared my love for somebody and Wilco played ‘I’m The Man Who Loves You’:
August 23rd 2009 (Cincinnati, OH and Brecon Beacons, Wales)
March 12th 2006 ( Copenhagen, Denmark and Sunrise, FL)
Other dates on which I have declared my love for somebody:
Number of other times Wilco has played ‘I’m The Man Who Loves You”:
I returned and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
And don’t go all Rick Santelli on me about the injustice of paying for your asshole neighbor’s granite countertop. We are bailing out a banking system that served as a vast criminal conspiracy built around plausible deniability and limited liability. We are bailing out “savers”, who not only demand to be made whole by the government on risky loans they chose to make to banks for profit, but are smugly self-righteous about it, like it’s their “right” because after all they were the “prudent ones”. Of the three groups we might bail out, these crybabies and criminals are no more deserving than some nearly-broke bastard who believed his financial adviser, his banker, his mortgage broker, and the Wall Street Journal op-ed page when they told him that a cash-out refi was as good as money earned, and that granite countertops were a luxury that would pay for themselves. Don’t get me wrong — I’d rather we could bail out no one, just do a rip-off-the-band-aid kind of reset and let everybody take their lumps. But households and firms in debt are by far the most sympathetic villain in this horror show we wake up to every day.